Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Samoa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.